This week felt excruciatingly long.

To put it in perspective for you, I was (happily) noshing on my lunch today when I realized that it wasn’t quite 11 am yet. I was confident that noon had come and gone. Le sigh. Happy feeling: gone.

One week from today, I’ll be leaving my office with a box of my stuff. Wild, right? Sheesh.

Twice this week, I almost ran to the elevator doors. But only almost, so there was that. I tried going to bed early, but that didn’t help. I could barely crawl out of bed in the morning. And then there was the weather. Wasn’t it summer, like, yesterday? It’s been so chilly in mornings.

For whatever reason, this week was long. Each day was long. Some days were super sucky. But there were treats. And snuggles. And more treats (because let’s be real, here. Treats are awesome.).

With only one week left until our lives turn upside down for the better, I think I’ll let my usual rules slide a little and we just might have Popsicles and Fudgsicles every night. As appetizers.